All The Arts That We're Not

Chapter 2

Zeke

"Stop here." Arkin immediately hit the brakes as soon as Zeke told him to. It looks like they had escaped them already, and Zeke was struggling to stay on his feet any longer.

As soon as he climbed off the bike, he dropped onto the ground, his entire body cramping in pain. Arkin went concerned, making him get off his own bike and moved to help him, but Zeke stopped him with a sharp look.

"Just leave me here." 

Arkin brow scrunched up as he looked at him, confused. "Are you sure they won't catch up with you?"

"It doesn't matter. I can take care of myself from here. Just go."

"You're saying that while you can't even stand on your own."

"My place is just a block away. You don't want to get involved in this, so it's better if you leave now."

Arkin hesitated, uncertainty written all over his face. He knew Zeke was in no condition to make it back alone, but it was also clear that Zeke wasn't going to let him help, no matter how much he insisted.

After a few moments of tense silence, Arkin finally sighed and grabbed his bike. He cast one last glance at Zeke before riding away, his mind swirling with thoughts. 

As soon as he disappear from his vision, Zeke who's still on the floor heave out a heavy sigh as he begin to think about all that has happened. Although he had regain enough strength from earlier  fight, he knows he's gonna have hard time get on his knees to reached for their place. But not that he had choice. He can't stay there and wait until he's fully regain his strength.

By the time he finally reached his building, he was barely holding himself together. As soon as he stepped inside, the guys in the living room turned to him with wide eyes, just as he had expected.

No one spoke at first. They simply watched as he staggered toward the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a long gulp.

"What happened to you?" Tim, finally asked him just after Zeke take a huge gulp of the water. The others remained quiet, their confusion evident as they took in Zeke's bruises, the dried blood staining his face and clothes. He looked like he had been through hell.

"Just got into a fight. Nothing serious." He respond, instead. And which makes everyone a lot more confused than he's already.

They're worried of him but they're more confused what just happened to him. He looked like he's been through a difficult one just looking at him with all the bruises and blood that covers his face and his clothes.

Without another word, he made his way to the bathroom. And as much as they want to give him a hand, they know they never stand a chance anyway.